I see you walking around
herearound town all the time you walk and
read you walk and stop and stare into the sky on the groundinto the
distance Sometimes I try to look where
youre lookingtry to see what youre looking at an I see nothing Nothing
that grabs my eye An I wonder what youre
looking atthinking I wonder
I suppose I wonder whats in it for you
he talked to himselfthough never
out loud he could people wore earbuds now and via Bluetoothby
all appearances they sounded as if theyre
talking to themselves which has to be comforting to all the people who do talk to themselves now they have cover they can feign an excuse a reason clever nuts people maybehowever they dont realise theyre losing their place in society to be feardisdained to be mocked where does all that misanthropy goor is shifted who then takes the brunt of that misogyny misandry
do they find a dog an kick it?
the hawk didnt cry
he felt its presencehe never
thought to question or explain that or wanted
to
hed look up a hawk would be circling or hawks circling
he was grateful
this hawk was a silhouette dark in the skyindistinct
it turned turned turned thenrushed headlong west
towards the tall brown hills
away from humanitys traffic
and glare and noise
as it lunged his vision was
obscured by the branches of a live oak overhead all he could do was imagine the line the hawk took and hoped it
maintained it
it had it appearedit stuttering through the blue spaces
in the boughs
it wheedled turned
moved high above the oaks crown appearingdisappearing
Ah
my friend he said to himself you look exactly like a freed oak
leaf and he imagined for
an instant all the trees leaves took flightspiraled into the sky threw busy shadows on the ground and at last made
people look up and see what obscured the sun
but people rarely looked up
why wouldnt they want to fly
the sky was free and accommodating
text, 1424,
Day-between-Two-Ts, 12 12. 18
1232, Sunday,
30 12. 18
